Softheart Can I Go Home?
Hold tight
There ain't no sense in living in the old times
Only real friends now i cut the old ties
Changed the phone line i
Closed my eyes to the wrong vibes
Ghostboy flat-lined
Why try now i couldn't get the past right
Try my best to not let out the bad side
But when i think of you that shits a bad time
Bad time time yeah yeah
But i still feel like i'm younger
Like i'm only 17 got out of school for the summer
Take me to 2017 cause now its all just a bummer
Yeah now i changed up the scene
I changed my mind and my number
Now i go slow
How i grow old is a tightrope
Holding on could never learn to let go
I can't hold
My eyes closed
Been on this flight too long
Like when can i go home
I can't write it off and act like
Everything's not anything at all
I can't write enough
To get out everything
Only sing typos
You're not fair
Don't tell me i'm not there
You don't get me
You don't care
No empathy all hot air
Ay yeah
But it's alright
I just hope you're alright hope you be safe
Just cause i say i'm alright now
Don't mean i changed
But that don't mean somethings wrong
Like if i don't seem the same
Like a night at the museum
I come alive when the night hits
Pivot vids and mw2 montages
I dont ask for pity or silver linings
I won't ask for anything you would not give
Talking to myself
I'm so off it i know
I don't like fighting
When i fall i hold my hands high up
Now i go slow
How i grow old is a tightrope
Holding on could never learn to let go
I can't hold
My eyes closed
Been on this flight too long
Like when can i go home
I can't write it off and act like
Everything's not anything at all
I can't write enough
To get out everything
Only sing typos
You're not fair
Don't tell me i'm not there
You don't get me
You don't care
No empathy all hot air
I can write it off and act like
Everything's not anything at all
I can't write enough
To get out everything
Only sing typos